Tonight I drove home – worn out and exhilarated. Blood pumping. Heart rate up. Mind awash in the moment – I just committed myself to a 30-day makeover challenge. Five days out of seven I will challenge me, myself, and I to go beyond our limits. To burn away the fat, to reshape this flabby body, and get healthy.
Guess I really am writing a book now. I just admitted and acknowledged it before another human being who was neither a friend nor a family member. It was the barista at a local coffee shop. She actually asked me what I was studying. Score one for looking younger than I really am! But, I digress. I told her I wasn’t studying.
“I used to be a teacher. And now I’m not teaching. I’m working on a book.” Yup. There they were hanging in the air. Words strung together inciting ownership and angst. I had just admitted to another soul why I was there at the coffee shop. There was no denying I said it. It was too late. I couldn’t believe I spilled the beans and almost without hesitation. Her response? “Oh really, that’s cool. What’s it going to be about?” I was nearly dumbfounded.
Blue-gray broken glass
Brittle dripping scarlet shards
Wounded soul arise
Copr. M. Davidson, 2011